A living, breathing picture
A poise to the bitter end
She maintained
Miraculously.
An internal locus of control
Left her leaves burning.
She sleeps
As mossy tears crystallize
In the scars on her cheeks.
Eclipsed reveries
Recalled when she was capable.
His sly caress lingers
Dampening everything to cold, dark silver.
Crimson fingertips drift downward
Downward
Down
To a place she couldn’t escape from.
I wonder who she was
Before the sun-bleached flies
Attacked her from every angle.
Before the wrap of it’s veins around her
And the hideous pulse
Choked her better judgements.
